#au: omega apocalypse

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Posting some un-edited things from my notes/Google docs coz I'll never post them otherwise. If anyone likes it lmk? I'll make a full fic of this!

Modern Zombie apocalypse AU anyone? 😏

It was a normal day.

Crosshair stumbled into the house after a long night of work as Wrecker rushed out, nearly bumping into his younger brother. Crosshair yelled back at him to slow down as he ran out the door to his truck.

Tech buttered a piece of toast popping it into his mouth and walking towards the office as Hunter helped Omega tie her shoes. Crosshair picked up Omega's bag from the floor, grabbing the books from the dining table. He shoved them into the bag as Omega ran to the fridge, Hunter yelling after her about her other shoe.

Crosshair grabbed her before she could pull out her lunch box, leaning down to lace up her other shoe. Hunter squeezed past them to grab the lunch box, then put it in Omega's bag.

The loud honking from the school bus outside made Omega grab her bag before running out. Hunter yelled out to her that he'd pick her up after school. Crosshair climbed up the stairs to sleep while Hunter slumbed on the couch...

It was a normal day...

Hunter felt off all day... Anxious or nervous... He couldn't pin point what was wrong, but whatever it was. It made him want to run for the hills. He looked over at the gate of Omega's school, waiting anxiously for the bell to ring so he could leave.

He almost jumped out of his skin at the bell ringing. He noticed a few adults and even a few teenagers waiting at the gate.

Kids flood out of school in waves. Omega walked out with a group talking to a Nautolan in a wheelchair who was being pushed by two clone boys, twins, a Togruta, Two other humans and two Twi'leks chatted with each other. The majority said their goodbyes and all ran to an Adult who must of been their adoptive father.

The last Tw'lek, Hera, hugged Omega before running to her parents. Omega ran to Hunter's car, plopping herself into the passenger seat.

Once Hunter had heard the distinct click of the seat belt he pulled out of the car park towards home. Seems Omega could sense the battle in Hunter's head... Or she could just see the scowl on his face. "You okay Hunter?"

He glaced at Omega. "Yeah I'm fine" He lied... He has no idea why he's feeling anxious. Omega stared blankly at him for a moment.

"If you say so"

Omega didn't want to pry her brother, but something about how he was acting made her nervous.

Once they turned into their street, Omega's smile returned to her face when she noticed Crosshair's Pristine Motorbike in the Open Garage with the dust cover on it. Hunter hummed. "I guess Crosshair has the day off today"

Once Hunter had parked and turned off the engine Omega jumped out of the car and hurriedly opened the door, forgetting to close it as she entered the house.

Omega threw her bag to the side of the door before running as fast as she could towards the couch. She threw her arms around Wrecker's neck, who was watching some form of sport Omega had no interest in. Tech sat on the armchair reading a book and Crosshair laid his legs across Wrecker's lap, on his phone.

Wrecker laughed pulling Omega over the couch into his lap to tickle her, squishing Crosshairs legs in the process. Tech looked up from his book to watch the interaction. As Hunter entered the house and closed the door behind him, Crosshair grumbled and moved his legs, putting his phone on the coffee table.

"Megs, homework" Omega and Wrecker groaned at the words, making Hunter chuckle. "Okay, you can play for an hour, then homework" Omega and Wrecker cheered, Wrecker threw Omega onto Crosshair.

Omega giggled as Crosshair moved her carefully to his old spot before pouncing onto Wrecker putting him into a headlock. Wrecker laughed and hopped off the couch and onto the floor. Tech, not looking away from his book, moved the coffee table with his foot before Wrecker could break it.

As the two brothers wrestled, Hunter climbed over the couch to sit where Wrecker sat before. Hunter's phone rang making everyone in the room stop and look over as Hunter fished his phone out of his jean pockets.

When Hunter answered the phone, he heard a familiar voice. "Echo!" Hunter exclaimed.

Tech put his book down and leaned forward. Crosshair and Wrecker sat up from their wrestling match and Omega crawled over to Hunter, a massive smile on her face.

Hunter put the phone on speaker. "You're on speaker Echo"

"Hey guys!"

"Echo!" Omega and Wrecker yelled with excitement. Echo let out a laugh.

"Hello Omega, Hello Wrecker, keeping out of trouble I hope?"

"Yep" "No" Omega glared at Crosshair who stared at her with a smirk. The sound of Echo chucking again made Omega look back at the phone.

"Just calling to let you all know I'll be staying at Rex's a bit longer." At the sound of Omegas and Wreckers sounds of disappointment, Echo rushed to try and explain. "I know, I know, I said I'd be gone for a week max..."

The pause made Hunter's stomach churn. "Something came up?" Hunter finished Echo's words.

"Yeah... I'm sorry guys, I'll try and come home soon, talk to you guys later, okay?" Echo hung up, before the others could reply.

Crosshair and Wrecker stood, moving between Hunter and Omega. They had been watching a sport on TV when it suddenly turned into the news, before they could really pay attention to what the reporter had to say.

The sound of an explosion outside made the siblings jump, but before anyone could get out to see what had happened the TV let out an ear-piercing alarm. Watching the screen, the reporters words Rung through Hunters ears…

"Stay inside at all cost! There is a mass hysteria of mass cannibalism and Murder… and it seems… the dead has risen”

There it was.... The reason for Hunter's anxiety...

It WAS a normal day...

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After the end - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU

Summary - You won't be cornered in your territory and that's final. You begin to make little presents for your trespassers should they dare to enter your woods. Meanwhile, the four alphas find something very interesting...

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader. The reader is officially a bad ass

Prologue

You stared down at the nest you had created and suddenly felt disgusted and angry. These alphas have stepped onto your territory and made you react like this. Three years of near bliss, despite the struggles, gone. The anger rolled over you in waves, it boiled your blood to the point you felt hot all over your body.

No. You weren't about to cower in your cabin and let some stupid alphas wander all over your territory. You were going to do something about it. You marched back towards your living room and opened one of the closets on the side of the hallway. You grabbed the bag full of supplies and swung it over your shoulder then looked at the shotgun leaned against the wall.

You hesitated only for a moment before you grabbed it too. Even in the times before the world ended you hadn't been one for conventionality. You preferred to be alone on your own property living your own life. And no alpha or beta, whether back then or now, was going to take this from you. You shoved the extra ammunition into your pockets and unbarred your door.

The cold winter air nipped at your skin and distantly you could still smell their combined scents. You pulled stuffing from a torn apart pillow and stuffed it up your nose. Happy hunting indeed, you thought as you stepped off into your piece heaven that would become their hell.

"Hey captain," Gaz said as they wandered through the very small town. It had likely been abandoned for ages. The first thing Gaz had noticed was that the windows were smashed in but the doors boarded up. Then he noticed the marks, spray paint in different symbols meaning something or another. "I think this place has been completely stripped bare."

Price hummed thoughtfully and turned to look around at the other buildings. All of them in similar states of disrepair but all with symbols sprayed onto them. He turned to his team, and contemplated their next steps. "Do you think they might still be around?" Ghost spoke up finally.

Price glanced at his lieutenant. They had stuck together when the entire world had completely gone down. First the electricity and then a disease. It apparently didn't take much else to throw the world into chaos. People killed people all the time before but not even Ghost had been prepared for the level of depravity some people dove to. Kidnapping local omegas, killing betas or hunting alphas for sport. Blowing up buildings and ransacking stores.

They had all stuck together as a pack since that was what they had always done. They wandered from place to place and it had taken them a little over a year to make it back to the UK. Bonds grew stronger and their ruts continued. They were all each other's support. Price considered the facts in front of them.

"Negative. I don't think whoever did this is still around," Price said as he eyed the pharmacy. The only building not having been closed off or marked with an 'x'. "Soap, Gaz, go investigate the pharmacy, me and Ghost will try to find any other buildings not marked."

They wandered around the town for a bit with Gaz and Soap meeting back up not long after they had departed. "Over tae counter medicine like Advil but nae much else," Soap tossed Ghost the bottle who looked over it.

"Not expired yet. Good find."

"Wait," Gaz suddenly said and sniffed the air. Everyone paused, Gaz had the best nose of them all. Able to sniff out any scents even days old. He walked over to a telephone pole that had a red smear on it and sniffed with his nose almost on the old blood.

He felt his cock chub up his pants immediately at the scent. At first it smelled like sweat and dirt but underneath that was a tangy, sour then sweet like a granny smith apple or a green grape, scent. An unmistakable smell of omega.

Gaz turned to the three other alphas, "There's an omega around." He grinned.

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floyd ➳ sea glass ⭑❀ ➳ obsessive fan ⭑✿ ➳ preferences ✼✿ ➳ stalker ex ⭑✼ ➳ alpha prince ✿ ➳ serial killer ⭑ ➳ maid outfit ⭑✿ ➳ fluffy floyd & captivity ⭑ ➳ scummy, sleazy floyd ✿ ➳ in captivity ⭑✿ ➳ in captivity (omegaverse) ⭑✿ ➳ ebb and flow ⭑✿ ➳ 애인 in anthill ❀ ➳ chemic ✿

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Baby Trap AU: 18+ Dark and twisted themes. Explicit sex. Collection of asks revolving around Simon and Johnny baby trapping Darling by replacing her birth control with placebo to get her pregnant on purpose. Tag: baby trap au Original ramble here. Main asks: Breeding kink "What a good girl." List of things "You taste different." That little piece of foil "I'm not." Abortion Spits Grocery store Tranquilizer post tranq Ghost "I want to lay down." Grocery store pt 2 Sobs Darling dies "I need a break" Did you do this? Did you do this aftermath Phone call Hospital After hospital Doting and annoying Cramps cramps pt 2 Johnny "Darling, please!" Celestialpax - baby trap reverse uno card someone calls the cops Mango smoothie Team sport

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King of the Blob Ghosts - Mostly flavor text where Danny is the only king of the Blob ghosts. Au not tied in with Ghost King or Ghost Prince hc unless specified.

Goo Dragon - An au where Danny is a goo dragon made entirely of ectoplasm!

Blind King - Danny is blinded by the portal incident, gets adopted by blob ghosts, and then falls into DC and ices over an entire section of a city.

Infinity Prince and the Dark Escapee - Where Danny gets prince training and then has to hunt down Dark Danny because he escaped.(Small thanks to @starlightcat04 and @lauwftzee3542 for ze name)

Cat Familia - Where Danny gets turned into a cat by pissing off a wizard, and accidentally adopts various cats in Gotham!

Tempest - Danny owns a ship called Tempest that he created that he uses to sail through time. Then he accidentally jumps timestreams.

Moth - Where Danny is de-aged and is a moth boy.

Moth - But with Killer Moth.

Eastern Dragon - Danny is the ghost prince and can turn into an eastern dragon.

Cuddly Apocalypse - Teddy Bear Danny au meets one Dark Danny.

Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective - De-aged Tucker gets thrown to another dimension after getting caught lacking by the magical government branch he was looking into.

Herald of Seasons - Danny obtains the ability to guide the seasons when he was split off from .Phantom while still having Vortex's powers

Vortex's lil guy - Soulless Danny gets taken by Vortex and is his little guy.

??? - Phantom causes a ruckus in DC after getting into it and him and Danny fight or something.

Sold to the devil? Nah, sold to the bear - Constantine sells his soul to the Ghost Prince, and is then turned into a baby sitter by the Ghost King.

Demon and Wraith - Demon twins au where both of them are dancers.

Sun and Moon - Based on an older au where Danny and Vlad were deities.

Successor in training - Ghost King Danny except he isn't and Pariah is his mentor.

Just Monika - DDLC is installed on Tucker's PDA somehow and he dates Monika.

Subject M-0001 - Monika hacks into Mount Justice.

Subject Omega - Danny's most perfect clone protects the ruins of Amity Park.

Medic - Danny be a doctor in Gotham.

??? - Pariah Dark just disappears and it's left to Danny and Vlad to find him.

Eastern Dragon and Phoenix au - Mostly a cosmetic au, where Danny is an Eastern Dragon and Vlad is a Pheonix.

Ghost King/Ghost Prince and Duke of the Ghost Zone - Mostly just flavor text really, Danny is usually more Ghost Prince than King and Vlad is the Duke.

Phoenix King Vlad - Exactly as it says, Vlad is either one of or the king of phoenixes

Kawmi? - Where Vlad and Danny get transformed into magical jewelry that allows others to use their powers.

Fountain Dragon - Danny drops in the Wayne Manor Fountain.

Will of the Wisp - Where Danny gets turned into a tiny whisp because of one of his parents inventions.

??? - Jack gets thrown to the DC dimension alongside Danny and made a coffin for Danny to sleep in during ze day.

??? - The Ghost King gets summoned to DC and wages war, but the Ghost Prince stops said war and gets a date out of it.

Teddy Bear Danny - Another cosmetic au where Danny get turned into a stuffed teddy bear in his accident, he was holding onto one before it happened. He's also in ranges of 5-10 here.

Ghost King at birth, Farmer at heart - Mostly cosmetic au where Pariah Dark, if he weren't the ghost king, would be a farmer and he has an intense love for horses.

Farmer with quite the ghostly (and kingly) secret - Pariah Dark disguises himself as a human and moves into Smallville, has a hard time interacting with humans and humaning as a whole.

Life hanging by tape and sheer will - Where Tucker gets yeeted to the DC dimension.

Dream pals? Dream pals! - Younger Danny and pre-Batman Bruce meet each other through a dream, unfortunately when Danny experienced his accident that connection was shut down.

Bakery and a masquerading demon? - Vlad owns a bakery, Constantine is a regular who holds suspicions that Vlad may or may not be a demon.

Gift in the arms of tragedy - Danny becomes Vlad's ward after the Nasty Burger explosion, only to then become adopted when he was turned into an eight-year-old not even a week later.

??? - Danny and Vlad get turned into kids by Clockwork and placed in the DC dimension because Clockwork thought it was funny. Danny decides to use Vlad to not get adopted.

The key(s) to Doomsday - Danny gets de-aged by Clockwork when going to visit Pariah in the human world, gets summoned, and meets Raven.

Alicorn parole - Pariah gets released from his eternal rest with the sole condition that he's to be watched over by Clockwork. The Ancient of War then decides to combine two mythical beasts and shaped himself into an alicorn, Clockwork followed and then they met Billy Batson.

Ferret Danny - Danny is a ferret. That's it.

Witch - Sam is a witch.

Dead eyed Doctor - Danny, the son of Talia Al Ghul and Jack Fenton, trained under Vlad Masters and became a doctor.

Shadow Twin? Shadow Twin. - Danny dies and reincarnates as the son of Talia Al Ghul, the younger brother and twin of Damian Wayne and son of Batman. Only to then be killed immediately after because he was born with a birth defect, thus becoming a shadow creature that follows Damian around.

Match and Danny - Danny reincarnates into the body of a clone of Superman and Wonder Woman, steals Match and then becomes Metropolis cryptids. Also check out this fic it's great!!!!!

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of rage and ruin - ongoing

werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

also on ao3

series warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, torture, forced proximity, non-con/dub-con (due to the nature of heats), canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, monster fucking, graphic violence, graphic depictions of injuries, suicidal ideation, gore, unprotected sex, oral, vaginal, heats, knotting, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), death, murder of innocent people, typical raider/hunter behavior, sexual assault/abuse by captors, mention of cordyceps, angst, hurt/comfort, no y/n, reader is able-bodied and afab with no specific descriptions, viewer discretion is advised

reader notes: no y/n, no name, no description. reader is able-bodied and afab, uses she/her. joel can lift reader but he's a werewolf with superstrength so it's not indicative of body type. reader has no living family.

This is an omegaverse au. It contains typical and altered elements of a/b/o tropes.

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This story does not have a set publication schedule or a predetermined number of chapters.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six: tba

chapter seven: tba

*title from "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

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full length fics:

don't leave me locked in your heart (20k, ghost x soap x reader, dark) (#dlmliyh for extra bits)

howling and barking (8.6k, ghost x soap)

run until you feel your lungs bleeding (6.4k, ghost x reader, dark)

i'll eat you whole (10.8k, ghost x soap, dark)

lamb to the slaughter (26.3k, ghost x soap, dark)

drabbles:

won't you stay? (4.3k, ghost x soap, dark)

johnny goes to the groomers (1.4k, ghost x soap, dark)

ghoap x reader primal play (3.5k, companion to dlmliyh, dark)

ghoap x trans male reader (1.8k, puppy play pwp)

johnny "wrong hole" mactavish (1.7k, soap x reader pwp)

angry sex with soap (3.6k, soap x reader ft ghost pwp)

ghoap x reader purge au (5.7k, dark)

ghoap x reader alt purge au (4k, dark)

cbf-turned-bully!soap x reader (3.5k)

perverts!priceghost x reader (3.8k, dark)

au's without full fics:

a/b/o au (mostly alpha ghost/alpha soap/omega reader)

soulmate au

serial killer ghoap x reader (and x blind reader)

conqueror ghost x princess reader x knight johnny

zombie apocalypse ghoap x reader

writing challenges:

kinktober 2023 (70k, 31 chapters)

1,000 follower celebration

Other Fandoms:

you’re obsessin’ (just confess it) (challengers, tashi x patrick x art)

[theladycarpathia]

WIP Wednesday

Robin is waiting for them when they arrive back from the supply run.

She’s hovering just inside the doors, just off the front room where they all get tested and sprayed down. The high school wasn’t the best area to set up base but it was all they had and they’ve made do. And there’s less and less survivors looking for refuge these days, so pretty soon it should be balanced and they know what they have to work with.

They have a good five hundred souls under their roof these days. It’s hard work and most of the adults died in the first wave but they manage. Supply runs like this are crucial, exploring Hawkins one step at a time and raiding abandoned homes and stores. The mayor’s house had been great. Plenty of food in the pantry, a stash of unread books and a full bathroom cabinet. 

There was a smear on the garage floor that may have been all that was left of the man himself but they’d just hosed it down with bleach and moved on.

“What’s up, Buckley?” Patrick asks, sliding off his backpack onto the floor. It was a good run - medicine, some ammo, and enough tins that should still be in date that everyone can eat for the next few weeks. And Tommy got a splinter from hopping the fence but otherwise everyone came back alive and unflayed. Always a bonus.

“We…uh. Have a situation?” she says, the jargon sounding stilted on her tongue. Patrick frowns.

“Is someone sick?” he asks, face twisting. They take such care to make sure that everyone who comes in is thoroughly checked before they step through the doors. If you bring in even one flayed, then you risk contaminating everyone. There’s another camp a few towns over that wasn’t thorough enough on their cleaning procedures after a trip to the field. One tiny spore later the compound was soaked in blood. No survivors.

“Sort of?” Robin hedges, and the jittery look in her eye would be cause for concern if it weren’t Robin. The girl always looks like she’s had six pixie sticks at any given time. “It’s Steve.”

“What?” Billy says sharply, shoving his own pack at one of the other guys. He takes a few steps towards Robin, who looks like she wants to be anywhere but here. “What’s wrong with Steve?”

“He…” Robin licks her lips, face oddly flushed. He and Robin have never been best buds exactly but they’ve relied on each other a lot since the end of the world hit. Mostly to take care of Steve, especially back when it was just the three of them, and Max, and the Hendersons. “Forgot to take his meds at a few crucial points and now…”

“Oh,” Billy says slowly and then rubs his hand across his face. He hadn’t thought to check on Steve taking his meds. They’d been doing work over in the Humanities block to make another sleeping area and the goddamn bathrooms are always leaking. There’s always some shit when you live in an apocalypse. You need more food, you need more bandages, the amount of gas stations that still have petrol are getting fewer and fewer. They have enough suppressants for the omegas but for how long?

[waves-against-a-cliff]

After the end - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU

Summary - So the hunt begins.

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader. Omega has a shotgun, I REPEAT, Omega has a shotgun. Mentions of violence.

Prologue Chapter 1

The others looked at Gaz like he had finally lost his marbles but only Soap was the one to speak up and say, "Ye've gone and lost yer mind."

Gaz shook his head and grabbed Soap's wrist, forcing him to kneel down and smell the old blood. He waited for his reaction and Soap sat back, his cold blue eyes wide.

"A 'mega out here? After all this time..." Soap looked to Price and Ghost who both exchanged looks. Price rolled his shoulders and Ghost seemed to relax just a little.

"Well, if there is one we should go and find them," Price finally said.

"And where would that be?" Soap asked but his eyes had already trailed over to the forest at the edge of the town. Large enough to hide a place for an omega to hide.

You triple checked the trap you just set, making sure the string was hidden and that it was ready to go off for the poor alpha's that made the mistake of coming onto your land. Your territory had been littered with traps for years though some had gone into disrepair due to your own negligence.

No matter, you thought as you layered more leaves on top to conceal the pit below, you're sure you'll get them with this.

Back when libraries hadn't been mere ruins with musty, rain ruined books you had developed a small fascination with the tactics and traps the Vietnam soldiers had left for the American ones. Nasty, down right awful traps but they drove America out of their country and you were intent to do the same to these alphas.

But even as you thought about the harm you would bring down upon them like a vengeful goddess, your inner omega had started to awaken more. She scratched and whined at the idea of there not only being one but four alphas near by. After years of nothing but your own fingers and the old dildo, your inner omega was desperate for something.

Yet, there was also confliction.

Yes, the deep seeded desire to be bred by four burly alphas was there but also a certain feral aspect bubbled closer to the surface. This is our land, your omega hissed, ours and they've entered it. We smelt them. They haven't left. She pushed you to make more traps, set deadlier ones.

An agreement had been made, or a compromise. Get the alpha's off your land and if one of them survived, keep him. What the next step would be, neither you or your omega had thought about that. Or if all of them survived.

A twig snapped to your left and it yanked you from your thoughts immediately. You hastily covered the trap further before you scrambled up a near by tree and waited. You fought to scratch at the dried mud caked onto your scent glands. It was damn near stifling. Worse then the stuffing in your nose.

You waited, heart pounding in your chest as you kept listening for more signs. Nothing. You let yourself breathe again and slide down from the tree you had perched in. Then you heard them, eight feet tramped down snow and broke twigs under their weight.

They were so loud.

You turned your head just in time to see a hat above a fern and a peak of something black behind it. Your hand found your shotgun with practiced ease and you stepped back and over your trap for more protection. Then they emerged from the bushes.

May the strongest alpha win

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Steddie:

☆ Amnesia ☆ Card Games ☆ Dinner Reservations ☆ Handcuffs ☆ Lingerie ☆ Not Dating ☆ Serial Killer Soulmates: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Steve Accidentally Summons a Demon: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Steve Isn’t Coping ☆ Transfem Stevie ☆

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☆ 24-Hour Diner: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Alpha-for-Hire Eddie ☆ Autistic Omega Steve ☆ Baby Mine ☆ Birthday Massage ☆ Bitchy Omega Steve / Lovesick Alpha Eddie: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ☆ Camboy Steve ☆ Everyone is a Beta ☆ Expectations ☆ Fake Dating Fertility Clinic ☆ Fate Binds Us ☆ Hairdresser Steve/Rockstar Eddie ☆ Health Class ☆ Hellfire Cult ☆ I didn’t know we were dating: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ☆ Infertility ☆ Kas Eddie ☆ Losing Control ☆ Nestless Omega Steve ☆ Older Steve/Younger Eddie ☆ Oral Coach Steve ☆ Pathetic Omega Steve ☆ Platonic Stobin ☆ Scent Blockers ☆ Speak Now ☆ Steve Gets A Puppy ☆ Such A Good Boy ☆ The Bachelor ☆ The Best Present ☆ The Reunion ☆ Time Loop ☆ Unknowingly Claimed ☆ Wealthy Steve/Busker Eddie ☆

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All of my fics are steddie unless otherwise stated, mostly explicit and omegaverse, but check actual tags before reading anything please!

☆ Current WIPs ☆

A Million Dreams: A/B/O, circus AU, 2/4 chapters, 10k

Keep Digging (until you find my heart buried next to yours in the ground): A/B/O, archeology au, soulmates, reincarnation, 2/3 chapters, 17k

Scatter The Ashes: A/B/O, mafia AU, sequel to Watch It All Burn, 4/16 chapters, 18k

Waking Up In Vegas: A/B/O, accidental mating, rockstar Eddie, 5/15 chapters, 33k

☆ Unfinished (Series) ☆

Going For The Gold: A/B/O, ice skater Steve/hockey player Eddie, 18k

Jailbirds Can’t Fly: A/B/O, dead dove, prison AU, bitching, 12k

Keep It On Campus: A/B/O, college AU, 22k

Lucky Number 666: A/B/O, mafia AU, single parent Steve, 3k

My Heart’s Been Borrowed and Yours Has Been Blue: A/B/O, divorced kindergarten teacher Steve/tattoo artist Eddie, 25k

The Bunny and The Wolf: A/B/O, mafia AU, 154k

☆ Complete ☆

A Prince and His Pauper: A/B/O, medieval/royalty AU, stuttering Steve, 100k

All I Want For Christmas Is You: A/B/O, Christmas fic, 6k

And The Sun Will Rise: A/B/O, zombie apocalypse AU, 41k

Baby Mine: A/B/O, omega Eddie/alpha Steve, unplanned pregnancy, hurt/comfort, 2k

Bandaids (And Other Home Remedies): A/B/O, pediatric nurse Steve/single dad Eddie, 87k

Bleeding Heart: A/B/O, vampire Eddie/human Steve, 21k

Business Before Pleasure: A/B/O, Buckingham, Office AU, 16k

Exigency Contact: A/B/O, threesome, Steddie/Stargyle/Steddigyle, rockstar Eddie, 10k

Five Years: amnesia, 1k

Fragile (Handle With Care): A/B/O, soulmates, rockstar Eddie, 117k

He’s So Mean: A/B/O, high school AU, 3k

Let Me Be Your (Teddy Bear): A/B/O, bitching, 11k

Mad World: trans male Eddie, childhood friends, 3k

More of You to Love: A/B/O, chubby Steve, 4k

Never Be Alone Again: A/B/O, dead dove, stalker Eddie, 3k

Oblivious: t4t, mutual pining, 3k

On A Different Page: A/B/O, didn’t know they were dating, 7k

Online, Offline (Out of My Mind): A/B/O, soulmates, online dating, actor Steve/mechanic Eddie, 41k

Screaming Your Name In The Dark: A/B/O, dead dove, Kas Eddie, alternating past/present timelines, 27k

Silver: A/B/O, silverfox omega Steve/younger alpha Eddie, 6k

Tell Me About It, Stud: A/B/O, studding, 7k

The Rings Stay On: cis female Steve, 4k

The Start of Something Perfect: A/B/O, soulmates, 2k

The Stutter and The Freak: stuttering Steve, 14k

Touch Me: A/B/O, omega/omega, therapist Eddie/touch-repulsed Steve, 12k

Unholy Matrimony: demon Eddie/human Steve, 5k

Unsafe Bet: A/B/O, high school AU, dating as a prank, 65k

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam

WC: 1828

Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating, dated derogatory terms

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo -Non-Traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo -Bed Sharing

A/N: This part has a couple of flashbacks in italics

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART IX

Partway down the drive, the car sputters and dies, rolling to a stop a few yards from the house. Bobby got up, mumbled idijits straightened his trucker cap, and heard the Impala’s squeaky doors simultaneously open; then Dean's voice was carrying on the night air, “If you’ve screwed up my car, I’m going to kick your ass!” 

Bobby marches towards the car and spits, “Stop giving your brother a hard time.” His rebuff dissipates when the elder brother's scarlet irises lock on him. Dean moves in front of a female sitting in the backseat like a predator protecting its kill and menacingly growls at him. 

****

Sam quickly rounds the car, blocking the Beta from his line of sight. “Dean, calm down, it’s Bobby. Remember when he'd play baseball with you instead of practicing with the shotguns?” Dean ignores Sam and tries to round-end his equally quick brother when a hand grabs his wrist. Dean halts and peers back at the O, who points to him, her ear, and Sam, who advises, “Listen to your Omega Dean."

Bobby’s jaw drops upon hearing the youngest Alphas' words. He sees the O wince as she holds her arms up and watches Dean quickly shift from aggression, something the younger man is prone to, to the gentleness he remembers from childhood. Once out, she scented the air before making the universal sign for Beta. “Yes, he is. Bobby, this is..," Dean strumbled over what to call her when she held up her hands and, with her fingers, indicated the number 4444968503.

“That’s a helluva lot of numbers for your name, little lady,” Bobby remarks, looking sternly at Dean. “Do I have to worry about you going for my throat while sleeping?” Thoroughly abashed by his reaction toward the man he considers a surrogate father, he responded No, Sir. “Good. We’ll discuss this," gesturing to Deans still scarlet-hued eyes, "later." Bobby peered around his darkened scrap yard. "Let's get inside. I feel like a crow waiting to be picked off here.”

Little did the seasoned hunter know how right he was as two celestial beings observed the group from the shadows.

"You know,” the one in a business suit said, “When they told me the apocalypse had gotten the green light and the job of watching over Michael and Lucifer's vessels to my department, I thought, this is it, this is what’s going to make me more than employee of the month for the fifth, no, sixth consecutive millennium. And I was this close," held two fingers centimeters apart, "To getting the key to the Axis Mundi and mano e mano with the big guy.” His features hardened, “Of course, that was before you. Care to explain why disregarded orders to get rid of that birth defect?”

The other looked across the yard at the parties retreating to the house while his unerring memory returned to the past. 

****

Castiel was assigned to watch over Dean from his conception. As his charge grew, he was in awe of the boy's perception of others' emotions and intuitive knowledge of how to comfort them.

Shortly before his fourth birthday, John and Mary told their son that he would be a big brother, showing him the ultrasound photograph and Dean got excited, saying he’d be the best big brother to his two siblings. His confused parents again explained there was only one pup but Dean skewed his little face into a fierce expression, continuing to insist there were two amused his father.

On the other hand, Mary felt apprehensive at her offspring's insistence, and the feeling grew throughout the pregnancy. A few months later, she was fixing lunch when Dean came running in and began talking to her middle, saying he would be the best brother in the world to them. He placed his tiny hands on opposite sides of her swollen belly, and Mary felt kicking directly under them.

Several weeks later, Deans bounced off the walls, saying his siblings would be here tomorrow. John and Mary reminded him it would be longer before his brother was ready for his debut, but in the wee hours of the following day, Mary’s water broke.

John found himself juggling a hospital bag, his son, and his mate to the car for the hospital. The angel sat in the backseat gazing at his excited charge and felt—regret, aware that fulfilling his orders to eliminate the extra pup would unduly distress the vessel.

But before Castiel could further analyze this sudden human emotion, he got distracted by the doctor saying there were complications with the pup. They needed John's permission for an emergency procedure. Not detecting any unnatural issue in the mother or pups, he quizzically followed to the delivery room where Mary, despite being drugged, had a quick delivery.

The angel watches the doctor evaluate the slightly sedated pups and deems them healthy before handing them to a nurse. But instead of taking them to the nursery, they detoured to the stairwell, and Castiel quickly realized they weren't a staff member but rather someone intent on stealing both pups. The angel intervenes and then finds him in a quandary. 

Saving Lucifer's vessel left him holding the baby—specifically, the unnecessary pup whose existence puzzled heaven. When the female gazes at him with disturbingly focused eyes, other emotions trigger in the angel, leaving him unable to complete his task. Momentarily searching, he transports her to another state and swaps her with another stillborn pup. 

****

"You disregard the plan that's been in place for eons because some reject made you feel?!" Zachariah barked out a laugh of disbelief and turned to his companion. “I’m going to ask and don’t lie. What made you grow a conscience this time? Strike that. I don't care. Now, who else knows about your screwup?"

"I told no one."

"Then we've got a mole within our midst." Zachariah is interrupted by the Winchester Alpha pulling into the yard. Pointing a finger at Castiel, the senior angel says, "This is your only chance to return to my good graces. Find out who is behind that thing's reappearance."

“Okay, thanks.” Bobby tossed the cordless on his desk. “Dr. Stevenson can get it, but it’ll take a day.”

“Good," John says, tossing back his third glass of whiskey. "The sooner that implants back in, the better.” Bobby sipped it on his glass, studying the other hunter he’d known for years. 

Bobby learned the day they meet that John Winchester was an obsessive bastard who’d do anything to get the demon that killed his mate, including dragging his two very young sons into the hunter life.

****

The first time the boys were left with him, Sam had just turned three and was curious about everything. Dean? Well, he found the seven-year-old rather odd. He would get out of sorts if his training schedule were changed but patient as Job with the toddler, answering every question, no matter how crazy they were, and caring for Sam as if he were his pup. 

One night, screaming woke him up. Rushing to the room the boys were sharing; Bobby stopped dead in his tracks. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking a howling Sam, trying to comfort him with tears streaming down his face. When he saw Bobby, Dean panicked and began apologizing, babbling on that Sam didn't mean to do it and he’d clean up the mess, confusing the Beta before noticing Sam had wet himself and the bed.

Reassuring Dean it wasn’t a big deal, Bobby gathered some clean sleep clothes and rustled them into a warm bath. Leaving Dean to watch Sam, he stripped the soiled bedding and tossed it into the washer, making a mental note to get a bed protector, grabbed a lawn bag, split it open, and placed it under the spare bedding.

He had just finished remaking the bed when Dean, carrying his sleeping brother, entered with a weary expression that made Bobby sad and angry. 

Putting on his kindest smile, he helped them back into bed, left a small lamp he’d found on, and told Dean to wake him if they needed anything, no matter how trivial.

****

Bobby returns to the present when John drops the now-empty bottle on his desk. Reaching into a drawer, he pulls a fresh one. Topping off his glass he remarks, "You wanna tell me why you failed to mention Dean has a fresh claimed Omega, let alone one beat all to hell." He stares John straight in the eye while sliding the bottle toward him.

John suppressed snarling for such an impertinent question, knowing he needed to stay on good terms with the Beta until Dean finished his mandatory probation and told him about Helms's establishment, Sam witnessing the O fighting with his Alpha lugs—explaining why it looked like it went three rounds with a vengeful spirit—to purchasing it for a dollar.

However, John couldn't hide the flash of guilt in his eyes as he skimmed over what happened at the clinic before admitting the judge's enforcement of the claiming statute was his fault, but didn't sugarcoat the details of witnessing Dean's claiming horrified Bobby.

“If everything is like you say, what'd you need Frank's help for?"

John looked directly at him, saying he needed the state order to take Sam erased if Dean failed to fulfill his probation. Bobby knew the Alpha was lying through his teeth but didn't call him out. Instead, he threw his drink back and headed to bed.

Passing the room the boys still occupied when staying; Bobby could hear them talking before loudly closing his bedroom door, giving John time to finish that second bottle. When he reopened it later, he could hear the Alpha's loud snoring, and carefully snagged the keys from his jacket, slipped out the kitchen door, and took the scenic route to the Alpha’s truck.

Bobby knows whenever John is hiding won't be in the regular places, i.e., in the glove box, over the visor, ect; began examining the vehicle's exterior and, finding nothing, opens the weapons catch. Nothing stands out when he spots a curse box and recalls John inquiring about creating one some time ago.

Bobby fiddled around with the unfinished box when, bingo, it popped open, revealing a bunch of rolled papers inside. He crossed to the garage and fired up a printer, making copies of the documents then returned everything to its original position because John would notice if anything were misplaced. Heading back to his room, Bobby noticed light still coming from underneath the boy's door and lightly rapped it before opening it.

The elder brother was spooning his mate from behind, which made sense since Bobby knew from personal experience that lying on bruised ribs dulled the pain. However, it was difficult for the man to process why his brother was sleeping snugly against her front, his fingers twined with Dean's, resting on her hip.

PART X

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva   @lassie-bird  @nancymcl   @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl

WF: @slamminmine @ladysparkles78 @deans-spinster-witch @ilovetaquitosmmmm @strawblueberrys  @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @kazsrm67

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

[merakiui]

I love the idea of a jade-verse. Even more than that I love the thought of the council of jades.

Isekai concept where you get hit by truck-kun just to wake up in a dark courtroom setting surrounded by all the jades. They all debate which jade-verse you should be sent to. If they get to a stalemate they just decide by who can get you to cum the fastest.

Can I be 🐇 Anon?

AAAAAA YES OMG,,, something like Spiderverse, but it's the yanverse/jadeverse......... orz the idea of a council of Jades is so funny. They would have such a serious discussion as well. Genuinely contemplating which Jadeverse you should be sent to all while you're looking on in horrified silence. They're so silly. <3

I looked through the list of Jades and found more to add to the Verse. So far we have:

✧ tmdg Jade

✧ dru Jade

✧ Monops's Reflection Jade

✧ android Jade

✧ catboy Jade

✧ punk Jade

✧ omega Jade

✧ alpha Jade

✧ stalker Jade

✧ incubus Jade

✧ mangaka Jade

✧ step-brother Jade

✧ pet play Jade

✧ camboy Jade

✧ forest god Jade

✧ time traveler Jade

✧ apocalypse au Jade

SO MANY JADES............. (⊙_⊙)

[maybege]

A Helping Hand - Part 2

Summary: Boba helps you through your heat.

Pairing: alpha!Boba Fett x fem!omega!Reader

Wordcount: 8.7k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Zombie Apocalypse AU, A/B/O dynamics (scenting, knotting, etc.), explicit sexual content, dom!Boba, sub!Reader, older man/younger woman, implied age gap, unprotected sex, cream pies, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, come kink, dirty talk, gentle verbal degradation, cock warming

This is part of my Zombie Apocalypse AU. Please note that “Sunshine” is essentially Reader from the Paz version but I had to give her a nickname somehow to make sure she is still part of this. I really hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. It has been way too long since, so if you’re interested in a part two, let me know!

ONE MONTH LATER AND HERE WE ARE WHOOP WHOOP! Thank you everyone for your lovely and kind feedback on the first part – it really was not a very difficult decision to write a second part then. :D I had so much fun writing this – it is basically all smut and fun and a little bit of filth and fluff. The perfect combination to start the weekend with, in my opinion. I hope you are all doing well and pretty please let me know what you thought of this concluding part! Your comments really do mean the world to me.

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Sleeping in Boba’s truck was pure bliss.

After all, that man had this space all for himself and while it served as the main car to store things in, especially when you were on the move, it still offered so much more mattress real estate than when you shared with Chants.

What was not bliss, however, was sleeping during your heat. Alone.

Because that was what you were. Completely alone.

Boba had brought you to his truck and made sure that you were settled and had everything you could possibly need during the night. (He even pointed out his stash of emergency snacks and got you an extra bottle of water so you could stay hydrated.) But then, he had kissed you on the cheek (“Good night, princess, sweet dreams.”) and had turned his back to you to go to Chant’s truck.

You had gawked at his back for a sold three minutes, too stunned to remember you were in heat. You had been sure – so sure – that he would stay with you. That he would continue to scent you and maybe even help you take the edge off in more intimate ways than just his nose on your neck.

But no, Boba Fett had left you all alone.

And you had been too shy to ask him back.

So, you had huffed and crawled into the sheets, determined to remain angry at him for as long as you could and let him feel just how aching he had left you.

Turns out, having his scent envelope you completely made staying mad at him significantly harder than you had been prepared for. Everything smelled of him from the bed sheets to the pillowcases to the soft shirt you had found crumpled up in the corner. Probably the one he wore to bed.

Before you knew it, you had started rearranging everything in your reach until the edges were covered in bunched-up bedding and pillows and everything you touched was soft and smelled of the alpha that had just scented you. You pulled his shirt close, trying to tell yourself you were not a total creep when you lifted it to your nose, breathing in his scent.

But with how your abdomen tended to cramp up, you were willing to do everything to the pain to ease just the slightest bit.

And if that led to your fingers straying between your thighs, no one had to know.

*

The next morning hit you like a truck. On one hand, you were glad that you had managed to catch a few hours of sleep. On the other hand, you felt like that sleep had only made things worse. You were barely awake, perceiving the world like you were packed in thick cotton, everything just kind of passing you by and not really reaching you.

All you wanted to do was to stay curled up in your nest, sip on some water and have Boba come and visit you. The thought of cuddling into him filled you with such a yearning, that it was almost painful.

Still, you made it a point to join everyone for breakfast. You wanted to prove to Charlie (and everyone, really) that the lack of suppressant was not a hiccup that would affect the group in the long run. You wanted to show them that you were fine, that you could handle the things life had thrown at you.

That you could still be a useful member of the group.

You were the last to get up, that much was obvious, but when Grogu handed you a bowl of porridge, some extra berries sprinkled on top, you were oddly touched that they had still saved you some breakfast. The only available space was next to Boba which filled you with relief.  

“You don’t look too good, dear,” Moira commented, her brows pulled together with worry and you tried your best to muster a half-passable smile that would convince her to leave alone.”

“It’s fine,” you waved her off as you sat down. Maybe you were dizzier than you had thought or Boba had shifted but suddenly the entire length of his thigh was pressed against yours, his body heat seeping through the layers of fabric and making you feel that much closer.

Stoically looking at your bowl, you tried to ignore how his proximity caused your heart to race. Or how your body temperature had risen by what felt like ten degrees.

The breakfast passed in silence. At least for you. You could hear the others faintly talking or moving around the camp. One time Din cursed so loud about something that you flinched, your body only relaxing when Boba pressed his leg tighter against yours, letting you know that “You’re safe, princess, no worries. It was just Din.”

When you finished your bowl, you felt full but not in the way you wanted.

“Here,” Boba said, handing you another bowl full of fresh berries that had your mouth watering, “You need to eat.”

You wanted to glare at him, but there was a softness in his eyes that gave you pause.

“Eat,” he instructed you, a mischievous smile forming on his lips, “You’re gonna need your strength, little one.”

Damn, this man.

Today was simply not your day.

Which, of course, made it the perfect day for Briggs to decide that now was the time to pack up and move.

You were staring numbly at the ground. You couldn’t even try to remember how you had gotten from breakfast to standing in the group again but by the stench in the air, you knew that everyone was there and not even Boba’s scent could overpower it.

If you focussed hard enough, you could get the gist of whatever Briggs was saying but as soon as you realized that he really wanted to move camp, panic took over. You tried to even your breathing and to give the impression that you were okay. That it didn’t take everything in you to simply stand there and look as neutral as possible.

A hand landed on your shoulder and you flinched. It was warm, his fingertips rough on your shoulder where the skin was not covered by the strap of your top. Instantly, you wished for him to tug that strap down your shoulder and take your top off and maybe lavish your chest with attention before he would go lower and –

“Princess,” Boba drawled and your thighs pressed together, “Were you listening?”

You must have looked at him just as confused because he tilted his head, stepping closer, almost as if he was shielding you from everyone’s gaze. Not that you cared – or noticed – because all you could focus on was his face right before yours. There was that furrow between his brows as he mustered you up and down and you wanted to smooth the wrinkles on his forehead and tell him he didn’t have to worry about you.

“Briggs asked you if you were okay with travelling today,” he repeated gently, his voice a rumble that came from somewhere in his chest, “I think maybe we should stay a few more nights, let you ride out your heat in peace. What do you think, ‘mega?”

Panic filled you at the prospect of your heat hindering, maybe even endangering, the entire group. It was embarrassing enough that everybody got to witness you at your weakest and most vulnerable moment. You did not also want to be the reason that a horde of wandering zombies would block your path to safety.

“No, I’m – I’m okay!” you protested loudly, your voice ringing in your ears, “I’m – I’m barely affected, we can go anytime.”

“I don’t think that is the best idea,” Sunshine interjected from where she was standing next to Paz, “You really don’t look too well.”

“She’s right,” Altarf nodded and it was only now that you noticed he was standing right beside you, “Are you feeling all right, lass?”

He reached his hand out to land on your shoulder and you practically jumped back, fear filling you at the thought that this stinking alpha wanted to touch you.

“Don’t touch her,” Boba hissed and you whimpered, backing into him. He was so close and smelled safe and when he put his hand around your shoulder, his finger subtly brushed over your scent gland, making you shiver.

The tension was high and Altarf looked both alarmed and apologetic, his hands up in the air as if to show he had meant no harm. And you truly believed he didn’t.

“If she says she’s fine, she’s fine,” Briggs announced, pulling the attention back to him, “And we do not have the time to wait until they come to find us. We have the chance to move now and we should take it.”

No one protested this time.

*

The next twelve hours were absolute torture.

“Drink some more water, dear,” Moira handed you a bottle from the front seat.

“If I drink any more water, we definitely have to make a bathroom stop,” you refused, “And I can’t have Din glaring at me any more than he already is.

“Don’t worry about him. Besides, you’re sweating out a waterfall, honey,” Sluice commented, steering the car right behind Din’s, “It’s important to stay hydrated.”

“Staying hydrated is the least of my problems,” you brought out, right as a new wave of craps hit you. This one made you feel delirious and you blindly fished for the water bottle and tilted your head back against the seat.

Usually, you drove with Chants, Sluice and Moira joining Altarf and Briggs respectively. But after the moment this morning, the women had declared that they would drive with you and you had never felt more grateful. They knew what heats were like and while it was still embarrassing, you felt somewhere relaxed around them, allowing yourself to show your pain.

“Perhaps a certain guitar-playing, princess-calling alpha will help you with those,” Sluice’s eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror and she wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, pulling up your knees to your chest as you watched the destroyed highway pass you by.

*

You stopped for the night in what used to be South Dakota.

It was dark by the time you found a good place to stay and you did not need to be an expert to realize that the mood was significantly worse than you had feared. Everybody was kind of quiet, staying to themselves while car doors were slammed shut and crates of groceries set down a little too harshly.

“At this pace, we won’t reach Wisconsin for another three weeks,” Paz grumbled, “Might as well make our way back south if we want to be there by winter.”

You watched as Sunshine put her hand on his arm, saying something under her breath that had the giant man relax. But that did not have the same effect on everyone else.

“If we didn’t have to stop so much, we would be halfway there already,” Briggs snapped and your heart cracked a little at his obvious jab at you.

“Well now,” Moira said gently in her no-nonsense voice from where she was preparing their car, “Bathroom breaks are only natural – especially in this heat.”

That seemed to be the trigger word because the grey-haired man turned to you. “You said you wouldn’t have a problem driving today. You said your heat didn’t affect you.”

Even through the haze of your heat, you knew you were fucked. And the panic wasn’t helped by the fact that an angry alpha was scowling at you, his tone more than accusatory. You knew Briggs well enough to know that he wasn’t really mad at you. Normally the man made it a point to be nice to everyone. But you had one close encounter too many and the worry for the group manifested in him into a ball of negative feelings that were now directed at you.

“I,” you swallowed, your throat feeling dry, “I –“

“I don’t need to hear excuses,” he interrupted you, “I need to hear that it won't happen again.”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and you took a deep breath, trying to filter all of them out. All except for Boba.

“Briggs,” Sunshine called from somewhere, sounding very displeased at the same time as Boba stalked towards the older man.

You watched wide-eyed as your alpha stared down the other. You couldn’t remember when or if you had ever seen Boba so angry. His shoulders were pushed back, his hands curled up in fists that made the veins stand out,

“Don’t you dare put it on her,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “We all made that call. We all knew the condition she was in. You don’t get to blame her for things not going your way, Briggs.”

“You okay, honey?” Sluice asked you in a whisper and you only managed to nod, still gawking at Boba who had come to your defence so fiercely.

He truly looked like he was ready to throw punches, his muscles bulging under his flannel and you bit your lips, your wet panties getting even wetter at the sight of him. His scent had spiked too, a spicier note now mixed in with the woodiness.

Briggs scoffed, “Yeah well maybe it is time someone fucking knots her or we will be so slow we might’ve stayed in Wyoming after all.”

The sound of bones crunching made everyone move.

You watched in a trance as Paz and Din rushed forward, separating the two angry men from each other. Sluice was close behind. Bernie handled the kids while Sunshine shouted something at her oldest friend. But all you could focus on was the blood running from Briggs’s nose and the way Boba shook out his fist as if he was ready to go again.

“Hey, let’s sit down somewhere,” You recognized Chants’s familiar form and followed him to his truck where he sat you down on the passenger seat.

It was only then you noticed you were shaking like a leaf.

Chants’s car was parked by the side of what had been declared the fire pit, so you still had the best view of everything that was happening. You could see Boba in a heated conversation with Din and Altarf while Paz, Sunshine and Sluice were all talking to Briggs who was holding a hand to his bloody nose.

“He – he did that,” you stuttered out.

“Boba?” Chants checked, “Yeah, that was a pretty spot-on punch.”

“He did that to defend … me.”

“Of course, he did, silly,” your friend said as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and handed you a bottle from somewhere, “Now you drink some water and then I will make sure you have some privacy and rest, okay?”

You nodded, gripping the metal as hard as you could. You tried to focus on the difference in temperature and the way the earthy ground felt under your shoes.

Boba did not come to check up on you which made you aware of the fact that you had hoped he would. Instead, he helped Moira and Paz with dinner and you allowed yourself to look at him whenever the cramps got too bad.

Spacing out into daydreams while occasionally sipping on the water helped to tide you over but you were still very relieved when Chants came and told you that Boba’s truck was ready for you to hide in. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to take off your clothes, curl up in your nest and breathe in his scent.

“Here, we have some dinner!”

“Oh, that’s lovely, Grogu, thank you,” you grimaced, reaching out to take the bowl.

“Don’t you want to sit down with us? Briggs saved you a seat,” the little boy leant forward with a whisper, “I think he feels bad for the mean things he said.”

Another wave of cramps hit you.  

“I, uh, I better think not,” you pressed out, standing up to walk with him towards where everyone was gathered. Indeed, there was a space free next to Briggs. Between him and Boba, to be exact. But instead of following Grogu to the group, you continued your path to the safety of the truck.

There was no need to explain. Everyone who would have needed to know already knew and you caught Briggs nodding at you. He did look a little apologetic but if he was sincere, then his apology could wait until you didn’t feel like your body was trying to rip itself in half.

“What’s wrong with her?” Grogu asked and your stomach dropped, a new cramp making you press your palm to your abdomen. You could feel your panties get wetter by the second, the blood burning in your veins and you bit your lip so hard you would not be surprised if it started bleeding.

“Maybe she does need an alpha to help her through it,” you could hear Din joke drily, “Poor thing got her head in the clouds.”

Only a few more steps to Boba’s truck and then you would be safe in the dark.

“For fuck’s sake, Din, leave her alone,” you could hear Boba cuss, “Or you want me to break your nose too?”

“No violence at dinner, boys,” Moira chimed in, sounding very amused, “We had that discussion already.”

But somewhere deep down, with your fingers in your pussy and your teeth gritted on Boba’s pillow, you knew Din was right.

You needed an alpha.

*

You made it your mission to ask him the next day. After all, it could not get any more embarrassing than it already was. Everybody knew what was up and you got the feeling that maybe Din’s and Briggs’ comments hadn’t meant to expose your feelings for him but the other way around.

Or maybe that was just wishful thinking, fuelled by the hormones that seemed to rule your body.

You spent the entire day agonizing over whether to ask Boba and – when you had finally decided that you really should ask him –how to ask him to spend the night (and his life) with you.

Chants and Moira’s chatter did little to distract you from your anxiety and paired with the cramps and the burning desire to have someone fuck you all the way to Sunday, the hours felt like dozens of lifetimes.

And yet, when you finally put up camp in a place you had never heard of, it felt like no time had passed at all. Your heart was racing in your chest and you kept fiddling with your hands, observing the alpha out of the corners of your eyes to gauge when a good time would be to ask him. You did not want to have the entire camp listen to your more than intimate conversation.

His rejection would be embarrassment enough.

The moment arrived just after dinner. The group had split with everyone just doing their own thing. Altarf and Bernie had taken over the first guarding shift and you could spot Paz and Sunshine making their way to their truck already. Briggs and Moira were with the kids, telling them a good night story, while Din, Sluice and Chants were doing dishes.

Only Boba was left sitting by the fire, working on a little wooden figurine.

This was your moment.

Your legs were shaking by the time you gathered the courage to stand up from your place by the truck. It was quite a bit away from the fire which meant that had to put a lot of focus on walking and breathing and not overthinking and putting one foot in front of the other and not paying any mind to the way your head got so hazy around him and stars why did he smell so good and –

“Hey, Boba.”

The older man looked up from where had flitted the knife against the wood, his brows pulled together.

“Are you okay, ‘mega?”

You suppressed a whimper at the deep rumble in his chest. He looked so comfortable with the flannel pulled over his thick arms and the rolled-up sleeves that let you see his forearms. Everything in your body wanted you to just sit on his lap and put your lips against his jaw and your pussy on his cock.

Pressing your lips together, you mustered a little smile. “Yeah, uh, do, uh, do you have a minute?”

“’Course,” he muttered, setting his knife aside and following you a few steps away from the glow of the embers.

Your skin was burning so much, you could barely concentrate.

Hidden in the shadows, you felt a little safer, a little less observed. But there was something about having him so close to you, that had your tongue heavy in your mouth and your thoughts so much slower in your head.

“About what Din said,” you started carefully, trying to remember the talking points you had put together in the car.

But Boba was faster than you-

“Listen, princess, I am so sorry,” he said lowly, his hand brushing against yours, “I lost my temper at Briggs and that was not okay. I would never –“

“Would you knot me?”

Oh shit, that had not been the plan.

The sheer panic of it all had your head completely empty as you stared at him in complete shock for a few seconds.

“You can say no if you want,” you rushed out, already trying to control the damage, “Sorry, I’m, I don’t think I’m thinking clearly and when Din said that I think he was right and then I thought about the available alphas and you came to mind and uh, yeah,” you trailed off, your voice growing quieter, “You can say no.”

Only he did not say no.

To be exact, he didn’t say anything.

Boba simply looked at you.

“Are you serious?” he asked you, then, “Are you sure?”

Too shy to say anything, you merely nodded.

“Oh omega,” he breathed and it was unfair how that word alone, in his voice, sent a shiver down your spine.

“I am sorry I made you ask,” he murmured, taking a step closer to you, “I am not a small man and if I do get to knot you, omega, if I get to come inside you, you need to know one thing.”

“Anything.”

His lips quirked up at your eager tone, “It won’t be the last time.”

Your eyes widened, “You mean, uh, do you mean –“

“I mean I want to mate you, little one,” he stated, the hint of a smile on his lips as he raised his hand to cup your neck. His thumb brushed over your scent gland you tilted your head back for him. “Not right now, not tonight,” he amended, “But eventually, I would very much like to be your alpha. And for you to be my omega.”

If anyone had told you that the result of your heat would be Boba Fett asking you to be his mate, you would have thrown the entire package of suppressants in the ocean without a second thought.

“Do you want that too?” he checked in, the tip of his nose running over your scent gland and causing another wave of wetness to run down your thighs. At this point, you were completely drenched and you felt weak in your knees.

“Yes,” you nodded, hardly believing our luck, “Yes, I want that, alpha.”

He groaned, cupping your face in his hands, “You have no idea how hard I get at you calling me that.”

You smiled, pushing your hips against his, “I think I have an idea.”

Boba laughed at that, his hands warm and big on your face before he pulled you in for a kiss that really had your knees wobbling. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him

“Let’s go somewhere more private, princess,” he winked, “Good thing I parked a little further away.”

You gasped, “Did you – You knew!”

“I had a suspicion,” he admitted, his hand brushing over your side before grabbing yours, “But then you came from just me scenting you the other day and I knew that maybe I did have a chance with you.”

“You always had a chance with me,” you brought out quietly, squeezing his hand.

The big alpha led you over to his truck. You had left the doors open in an attempt to take advantage of the cool evening air and hoped it would help you stay cooler in the night. But now that you, you felt yourself get both needier and more nervous at the same time.

And Boba noticed. Of course, he noticed.

“Are you okay, omega?” he asked you, a concerned look on his face.

“It’s not that,” you shook your head quickly, trying to ignore the dizziness that overtook you at the motions. “It’s just, it’s, um, it’s been a long time,” you admitted shyly, your back pressed against the cold metal of the truck, “I – I mean, not only my heat but I –“

With his hands on your hips, Boba stepped right against you. “It’s okay,” he assured you, “we can stop anytime.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you murmured, “I – I can barely think, alpha, everything hurts and I don’t know what to do and I –“ you cut yourself off with a frustrated huff and took a deep breath. Boba’s scent was in the air, immediately causing your shoulders to fall and your pussy to weep.

“You don’t have to focus anymore, omega,” he whispered in your ear, one hand gliding up your side over your waist and to your chest, “I am here now. I will take care of you. You don’t have to think anymore, just enjoy.”

His words caused a full-body shiver in you, the kind that reached all your muscles and made your eyes flutter. It felt like a weight was lifted off you, the tension and energy that it had taken to pretend finally showing their effect on you.

Feeling his thumb brush over your clothed nipple, you arched your back towards him, a whimper leaving your lips.

He hummed, “Our goal today is just to have you feel better, okay? There is no disappointing me, omega, okay? You couldn’t disappoint me even if you tried.”

“Okay, alpha,” you breathed.

His fingers pinched your nipple lightly and you bit your lip.

“Is there something you don’t want me to do today?”

You shook your head, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. “I can’t,” you swallowed heavily, “I can’t really focus now, alpha.”

“Okay,” he said, “We will have that talk tomorrow then. For now, if you want to stop, for any reason, you say sandwich okay?”

You nodded, watching through half-lidded eyes as he pulled the neckline of your top down, baring you to the chilly night air.

“I need you to repeat that for me,” he murmured, watching your nipple pebble under his ministrations.

You let your head fall back against the truck, pushing your chest out for him. “Sandwich.”

“And when do you say it?”

“When I want to stop,” you gasped when he lightly pulled, “For whatever reason.”

That seemed to appease him because he leant down and licked a hot stripe over your right tit.

“Good girl,” he praised you now, sending a new set of cramps to your core, “Now how about we get you settled in your nest, hm? Want me to take my clothes off here or inside?”

“Shoes here,” you said, already half crawling onto the mattress, “Clothes inside.”

Surrounded by your nest and with your alpha closing the car doors, you already felt so much better. You sighed, sinking back into the sheets and stripping your clothes. You threw them to the front seat, not wanting anything that didn’t smell like him next to you.

You had not even noticed how your hand had wandered between your legs, your fingers circling your clit. You were sopping wet, your fingers gliding over your folds and you moaned.

Boba entered through the last open door, his frame filling out the open space so easily.

“Stars,” he groaned, his nose twitching, “If it smells anything more like you, I’m gonna come in my pants.”

“Really?” you asked, a little embarrassed, “For me, it still smells like you.”

He paused, a soft look in his eyes, when he crawled onto your nest, closing the door behind him. The sound seemed to finalize everything. Here you both were. In your nest. You in your heat and him wanting to knot you.

You watched with bated breath as he took off his shirt, exposing his broad chest and belly and the little scars on them that made your heart ache. Your fingers twitch, rubbing over your clit again and you gasped, your body pulling you back down into the w<spiral of desire when he bent down and kissed you lightly.

“That didn’t bother you?” he asked, an amused glint in his eyes, “The smell of an old alpha around?”

“You’re not old,” you frowned, leaning up on your elbows, “Briggs is old but you’re – you’re – oh!”

His mouth closed around your nipple, his tongue rolling over the sensitive nub and your head lolled back. Your legs spread out of their own accord and it could not have been a coincidence that the broadness of his body fit there perfectly.

“Still much older than you,” he teased with his teeth around your nipple, gently pulling. You felt like you were about to come on the spot, your hands flying to his shoulders, unsure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

“But I think that is just what you need,” he said, switching to the other side while his fingers played with your abused nipple, “An older alpha taking care of you, showing how good it can feel to finally sit on someone’s knot, filled to the brim with come.”

“Oh yes,” you breathed, whimpering when sucked and pulled on the other, “Alpha, please.”

“Please what?” he taunted you, his hand wandering down to where you had touched yourself, “Use your words, my pretty little omega.

“Please fuck me,” you murmured, “P-please knot me. Want to feel so full of you, alpha. P-please.”

“Pretty little omega begging just for me, huh?” he mocked you, looking right at you when his thick fingers swiped through your folds for the first time.

Your entire body jolted with arousal, the effect much more drastic than when you touched yourself. Your pussy felt achingly empty and you could feel your walls clench, your thighs already drenched with your juices. He seemed to take note of it, his fingers a little more careful when he rubbed over your clit.

It did not take long until your hands landed on his shoulders, though you were unsure if you wanted to keep him there or push him away. “A-alpha,” you whimpered,

“Look at me, omega,” he ordered, “Look at me, princess, wanna see you when you come.”

Oh, that was that feeling.

Your body suddenly made a whole lot more sense to you and you tried to keep your eyes open. Dark eyes met yours and his intense gaze paired with his fingers expertly playing you like a fiddle did not do anything to stem the oncoming climax that built up in your core.

“Alpha!” you called, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, “I’m – I – I’m gonna –“

“That’s it, princess,” he encouraged you, his movements speeding up. When his mouth landed on the crease of your inner thigh, planting a kiss so close to where you needed him most. “Come for me, ‘mega, let me feel you squeeze my fingers real tight before I work my cock in here, hm?”

Furrowing your bows in confusion, your lips formed an O when he pushed a single finger inside you. He was not a small man and his fingers were definitely larger than yours. But when your body was feeling like it was overdue on his, that was definitely not a bad thing.

The knot in your core sprung apart so suddenly, you felt your back arch off the bed. It felt better than anything you had ever experienced before and when Boba moved his mouth right over your fold, sucking on your clit while pumping his finger inside you, you swore you saw stars.

“There we go, princess,” he praised you, helping you ride the last waves, “Taste so fucking delicious.”

Relaxing back into the pillows, you squeezed his shoulders, trying to get him to move up. And he did, following your hands like you needed until his face hovered over yours and you could feel the warmth of his body on yours.

“Hi,” he smiled, bumping his nose against yours.

You giggled, raising your finger to run them over the little crinkles next to his eyes.

“Hi, alpha,” you breathed, seeing his eyelids flutter at the title.

His hips pressed against yours. You could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans and you jerked, lifting your hips to get some more friction against your clit.

“Ready?” he checked in, “You still want my knot?”

“Stars, please,” you breathed, running your hand over his chest to the bulge in his pants, squeezing it lightly, “Boba, I – I really want this.”

“Good,” he smiled before pulling away from you. You whimpered, your fingers hooking into his belt loops to keep him close. But Boba would not be stopped and he chuckled when he saw the disappointed look on your face.

“Don’t you worry,” his hand ran over your ankle while the other fiddled with his zipper, “I will be back in just a second.”

“You better,” you tried to sound more teasing and less pouty, spreading your legs to show your glistening folds, “Or I have to take care of myself again.”

In a move fuelled by courage and desire, you ran your finger over your folds, dipping it barely inside your weeping pussy before pulling away again. It made your entire body thrum, especially when you saw the way he looked at you.

Boba growled, pulling his pants down his legs. “You better leave that pussy alone,” he warned you, his hand wrapping around his thick cock, “There is only one person that makes you come tonight and that is me. Understood?”

In theory, his words were a guaranteed turn-on. In practice, you were too distracted by the sight of his cock to really listen to him. He looked big, and thick, like he would stretch you in the most delicious ways. He climbed back onto the bed, right between your legs and you held your arms out to him.

Your thighs ached by how much you had to spread them to accommodate his size. This was not helped by the fact that you finally – finally! – felt his cock brush against your wetness. It was like your brain short-circuited, all nerve endings

There was a concentrated look in his eyes as he grabbed his shaft, rubbing it over your folds to gather your juices on him. It made you tremble, everything you aching for him. But Boba did not budge, his tip catching more than once on your hole but he did not even look like he intended to push inside you anytime soon.

But your body would not have it.

Before you could say anything, however, the man above you finally moved. His eyes met yours and time stood still, the air full of tension, when you felt him slowly push inside you. All the yearning for something inside you suddenly turned into sheer overwhelm at the sensation of

Boba noticed your tension immediately – of course, he did.

“Deep breaths, omega,” he rumbled, his eyes soft and warm, “Deep breaths. You know what to say when you need to stop?”

You nodded, biting your lip. You reached out to him, your hands landing on his shoulder and he was so warm, so comfortable, you wanted nothing more.

Once the tip was inside you, you let out the breath you had not realised you had been holding. It was a strange sensation of finally being completely but also being stretched wider than you ever had before. How could your body make you feel like you were about to burst because of how empty and how full you were at the same time?

Your walls clenched, making you realise just how big Boba actually was. And he was not even all the way inside you.

“You okay?” he checked in, looking as collected as ever and you wanted to hate him for how good his composure was compared to yours. You felt like a melted puddle made up of desire and want and the inability to put all of that into words.

“You’re – you’re so big,” you whimpered finally, your thighs trembling around his hips. You angled your knees up, trying to lock your ankles behind his back and Boba pushed further inside you, making you both gasp.

“Aw,” he cooed, “Does my sweet omega not think she can take it?”

You looked at him with wide eyes and shook your head, ignoring how tight your pussy had gotten at his words. He felt truly giant inside you. Thick and long and so hot.

Boba contemplated for a second, looking at your pussy and heat rose into your face that he must look at such an intimate place, right where he pushed inside you. He shifted his weight onto only one arm, his free fingers brushing over your clit and your entire body twitched.

“Wish I had a camera,” he confessed, “The way your pussy grips my cock, that’s some art right there … You wanna see?”

Cheeks burning, you nodded, pushing yourself up on your elbows to look down. Stars, he was right. His hand was big, his thumb rubbing over your slit while his other fingers held you open for him.

“Look at how pretty your pussy is,” he murmured, his lips pressing a kiss against your temple, “Look at how you’re taking my cock.”

His shaft was wet when he pulled back a little and you watched with baited breath as he pushed in a gain a little further, this time eliciting a moan from you. The smile on his face was both proud and mischievous and his thumb started circling your clit.

“What was that?”

“H-harder,” your fingers squeezed his shoulders, “Please, alpha, I need it harder.”

“Harder, hm?” he teased you, “Does my omega want to be fucked properly?”

You nodded eagerly, trying your best to move your hips against him. But with each thrust, Boba pinned his hips against yours, effectively stopping your movements and making him the sole person in control.

Another gasp left you, one that bordered on a moan. But in the back of your mind, you were still very much aware that your sounds were shielded by nothing more than the window glass of the car. And your friends were not that far away.

“There we go,” Boba praised you, his thumb flicking your clit, “Let it all out, princess, want to feel you come apart on my cock.”

You bit your lips, feeling the all-familiar tingle in your toes and fingertips as your body registered nothing but please and please and pleasure.

His movement got slower but heavier, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars and seemed to push the air out of your lungs. “You can do it,” he encouraged you, his breath washing over your face, “I can feel that pussy squeezing me, hm? Don’t you want to come for me? Don’t you want to feel what it’s like to be filled up by your alpha?”

Everything seemed too much all at once and your body, so focussed on the way the knot in your core got tighter by the second, could not even manage to nod for him. All you did manage to do was blindly reach for him, running your palms over the sides of his throat, colouring him in your scent and Boba growled, his hips snapping against yours again.

“Do that again and I’ll have no choice but to knot you,” he grunted, his head buried in your neck and you could feel his teeth scrape over your scent gland. Your entire body shuddered and you could feel your pussy drench him even more.

“Oh, you liked that, huh?” he mocked you, pulling away so he could look into your eyes. You felt fuzzy, like you were floating beyond the clouds already with your body finally receiving what you had needed. But you were not too far gone to think that the internal image of Boba knotting you, coming inside you, was the biggest turn-on.

“Oh yes, you did,” he realized quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. “I thought about waiting,” he revealed, his hips steadily working against yours, “Thought about how maybe I should get you used to my cock first before plugging you up like that,” you tried to ignore how your pussy fluttered at his choice of words, “But maybe that’s not necessary, after all, maybe my precious omega wants to be knotted by an old alpha because she is so needy, hm?”

He kissed you open-mouthed, coaxing your tongue against his. “What do you say, little one?” he breathed against you, “Are you so needy you want my knot today? Are you that desperate for my cock?”

You could not even form an answer because it was exactly this question that had you coming apart for him. And that, in turn, seemed to have Boba come apart. You were both clutching at each other, your muscles tensing until you felt light as a feather. Boba still ground against you, the base of his cock swelling and you could feel his knot forming.

It had been years since your last intimate encounter and you did not consider yourself to be particularly inexperienced. But you had never been knotted before. Your breath caught in your throat caught between the ecstasy that was running through your veins and the little bit of fear in your mind at the completely new sensation.

But the way Boba held you, the way he tilted his head to kiss you so softly while working his knot inside you, had any doubts you might have had completely disappear. You could feel him throbbing, feel him pumping you full of his come, while his thrusts got shallower until his knot kept him inside you completely.

You were both quiet for a little while and you tried to catch your breath, your head feeling clearer than it had in weeks.

Boba was still above you, his chest heaving with breaths and you enjoyed the way his body was pressed against yours though you quickly became aware of the heavy weight. As did he.

“Let me turn us around, alight, princess?” he asked softly and you appreciated how he kept his voice quiet so as not to disturb the calm peacefulness that filled the car.

You nodded, shifting your legs to help him turn you both onto your sides. You straightened one leg, having it press against the front of his, while he kept his hand on the knee of your other leg, making sure it stayed hooked over his hip.

It opened you up again and you gasped when you felt his cock pump another load of come inside you. You could feel the tightness in your lower belly, heat rising to your cheeks and ears.

“Boba!” you murmured, clinging to him, “’s too much …”

“What is too much?” he asked you, his fingers brushing over your knee while he nuzzled into your neck.

“’s too much come,” you whispered, “I feel full.”

“Now don’t be shy about that,” he teased you, kissing your face, “that’s why I got my knot, so it all stays right where it belongs. Does it hurt?”

You took a moment to assess the situation and then shook your head. “Just not used to it, is all,” you replied.

“I promise,” he rumbled, “You will have plenty of chances to get used to this in the future.”

Your walls clenched at his words again and he hummed, his hips shifting against yours.

“Much better, isn’t it?” he checked in, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You smiled at him, your heart swelling with love.

“Yes, alpha,” you sighed, your eyes feeling heavy with post-orgasmic bliss, “Much better.”

*

The next time you opened your eyes, it was light out.

And you felt, for the first time in days, cold.

“Fuck,” you shivered, cuddling closer to the heat source right in front of you.

Only it wasn’t a blanket or a pillow. It was Boba, dozing right next to you, his hand on his belly, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took.

It took you a minute of stunned silence to mentally go over what happened since last night. How you had asked him to help you, how he had confessed he wanted to be your mate, how he had knotted you. The smile on your lips could not be concealed for the life of you as you stared at your sleeping hunk of a man.

“Better take a picture,” he mumbled, peeking one eye open with a mischievous smile, “Might last longer.”

“How long have you been awake?” you asked him instead, leaning over him to plant a kiss on his lips. You could feel his stubble coming and you raised your fingers to brush over his face.

“Long enough to feel how cold you are,” he replied, rolling you both over until you were on your back. His fingers gripped your chin, his dark eyes looking at you so softly, “Need some warming up, princess?”

“Oh,” you whimpered, the sound a result of both your surprise and the little twinge you felt between your legs.  

You wanted to smooth over the furrow in his brows immediately, “What’s wrong?”

“I feel a little sore,” you admitted, shifting your legs, “From, uh, from yesterday.”

“No worries, princess,” he kissed you again, his tongue running over your bottom lip before his hand wandered from your chin between your breasts to your core, “Lay back and let your alpha handle it.”

The smile on your lips grew only dreamier when you did as he said, leaning back into the soft pillows and giving him some space to work.

Boba wasted no time, his mouth immediately getting to work by planting wet kisses on your inner thighs before moving to your fold and gently eating you out. It felt different to last night, softer and slower and more careful. Though no less pleasurable.

You could feel the wetness kicking in in no time, mixing with his spit your walls fluttered. You squirmed when his fingers spread your pussy lips apart feeling puffy and swollen and just a mess. But one stern look from Boba had you stop your movements.

“Do you trust me?” he asked you and you nodded without a second thought.

His tongue circled your clit, pressing a wet kiss there. You forced yourself to hold still and instead just focus on the tingles he sent up and down your spine. Soon, you were writhing under his tongue, trying to lift up your hips against his mouth.

“Please, I – I want your cock.”

“Nu-uh,” he gripped your thighs tighter, “You only get to come on my tongue today, princess, don’t want to hurt you.”

“But it's my heat,” you pouted, your fingers starting to play with your nipples, “Don’t – Don’t you want to make me happy, alpha?”

He hummed against your clit, sending the pleasure up your body, before pulling away. His lips glistened with your juice and you swore you had never seen anything sexier than Boba Fett between your legs. “Trust me,” he rumbled, licking his lips, “I would do everything to make you happy, little ‘mega, but I refuse to hurt you.”

Your disappointment must have shown on your face because he chuckled before diving back in, his tongue flicking over your clit and making you gush even more.

“Don’t worry, little one, I plan on making it up to you,” he revealed, the timbre of his voice driving you crazy.

“And – oh! – and how do you plan to achieve that, alpha?” you aimed to copy his teasing tone but failed miserably when he sucked on your folds. He already had you so close to the edge but you refused to give in already – not when you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“I could have you sit on my cock on the next drive,” he suggested, a single finger brushing over your clit, “You and me in the truck for hours on end? Sounds like the perfect opportunity to have you bouncing on my cock … would make the hours go by faster, don’t you think?”

The idea took you so by surprise you could barely hide your arousal from it. Or rather: You could not hide your arousal – at all. Boba noticed, of course, and upped his efforts. Slowly pushing one finger inside you, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

And you came.

Much like the entire morning, it was not the kind that made you see stars but the kind that had you melting into the sheets, a happy smile on your lips and the yearning to feel him at your fingertips.

“There we go,” you could hear Boba murmur, pressing a kiss against your thigh again before sitting up, “Good girl. Feel good?”

“Perfect,” you nodded, stretching your arms above your head. You felt like a whole new person, ready to stay in bed and make the most of the rest of your heat with the alpha of your dreams beside you.

But when that alpha of your dreams started getting dressed, you started getting anxious.

“What,” you swallowed, “What are you doing? Are you – are you leaving?”

Boba looked up from where he had half-buttoned his flannel. Stars knew he was a good-looking man but you found it a crime that you would ever have to see him dressed again. The world was deprived of so much, it should not have to be deprived of the glorious sight that was Boba's thick upper body.

“Just to get some breakfast,” he assured you with a smile, his hand reaching out and brushing over your calf, “You wanna come with or stay in your nest?”

“Nest,” you decided promptly, burying your face in the pillow, “And you too.”

Boba grinned, looking genuinely happy, “Alright, princess, I will get us some breakfast and then come straight back to our nest. How does that sound?”

Like heaven.

*

“Where you think you’re going, princess?”

Three days later you stood in the middle of the campsite, loading a box of groceries onto Briggs’ truck before making your way to Chants and Moira.

That was before Boba’s voice had you halt in your movements and turn around.”

“Uh, I thought, you know with my heat being over,” you shrugged, a little insecure, “Maybe you would like to have your truck back?”

The older man chuckled, flashing his white teeth and he looked so happy, it made your heart clench. He stood so close to you now – a closeness he had not shied away from in the past days, even with the other watching – you could smell him and you closed your eyes, letting the scent of woods and something distinctly Boba filly our nose.

“No way, princess,” he shook his head, his hand gently closing around yours, “You’re driving with me now.”

“Really?”

“Really?” he nodded, his nose brushing over your cheek, “Mates travel together, don’t they?”

Mates.

Your lips quirked up when you followed him to his truck. The one you had spent the last few nights in (much to Din’s and Paz’s amusement who would not keep from teasing their best friend about “finally landing his omega”). The one that had become your home so quickly, with your clothes having their own space next to his, your favourite pillow sitting next to his and your blanket being his arms every night.

“Besides,” he grinned, opening the car door for you, “I remember someone’s pussy drooling at the thought of cock warming me during a drive.”

Your pussy clenched at his words.

You were in for a ride.